SEND IN THE MARINES...

 

... hold on! Where are the Marines?  

I should have known. Donald Trump and his feeble administration have weakened that once strong threat to something like "just wait until your father comes home".

I thought that living in a nice street in a good suburb of Wellington that has elite schools, embassies and various government departments would be a safe bet. Along with this is the fact that the house next door to ours, right next door, houses the US Marines - the protection troops for the nearby American Embassy.

The U.S. Embassy in Wellington utilises a dedicated detachment of Marine Corps Embassy Security Guards (MSG) to protect classified information and provide internal security for the diplomatic facility. These active-duty Marines work under the oversight of the embassy's Regional Security Office.

You'd think that this would make our street safer and the houses and property next door even more so.

Today when I took the car out - from its position right outside or front door and merely metres away from the US Marines house I immediately noticed:

• The glove box was open and empty
• Contents of the glove box were scattered across the front and rear seats
• The centre console was open
• The contents of the console were scattered on the floor and seats
• The change alcove was open
• Some scrote had been in the car!

I did a quick check and discovered that, from memory, the only things missing were two sets of keys that I keep in the console. One being the key and a fob that lets me in to the golf club and my locker. The other being a spare key to our storage unit at Kennards. Replacing the fob will be a hassle and I don't know how I'll access the locker. I'll have to buy a hacksaw.

I walked up and down our street and found a couple of items discarded in a neighbour's' driveway that I recognised as being from our car - a golf tee and a small atomiser of windscreen defogger.

In the Villas driveway I found a wind jacket beside our fence. On checking inside our fence I found a few items from the glove box including prescription glasses in a case. These are hellishly expensive but are not sunglasses so the scrote ditched them.

Why they took the keys though is anyone' s guess as they were unidentified. Maybe they thought that the keys were to one of the houses in the villa complex we live in.

I reported this on-line to the police - for statistical purposes only - and put a warning note in all of the 9 other residents' mailboxes that some thief might try to use the keys to gain access to their townhouses.

We lived in a remote coastal area for 16 years and never had any problems from theft or wilful damage. Here we are in the so-called safe suburb of Wellington and this happens. Bastards!

Anyway - worse things happen. We (and Robert and his pal L) could have been in the Philippines when that earthquake struck today.